Naps

Listen. Hey, listen. Hey! Whistling noise! That's right. I don't have much time. And, I'm talking "not enough time cos I'm running for my life", not "not enough time because this entry is sufficiently bOoOorrrRRIing" because some of our scholars think normal and mundane words should be part of our previously exciting and unique body of work. Ok, fine. I'm talkin' about both.

Napping. Naps. Sleep. A'sleep. Unawake. Slumber. You do it all the damn time without even thinking about it (unless, of course, you've been deliberately trying not to sleep, in which case, you're expending effort continuously; inevitably, you will lose or become immortal. And becoming immortal draws ire from the Religious Right which, well, let's just say you won't be immortal much longer). When you're sleeping, you're not awake. Un. Awake.

This has got to be my stupidest entry. Hey. Shuddup. That other one I was drunk.

Let's see, sleep, sleep. You know, when you know something so well that it's fiftieth-nature, it's hard to think of a way to describe it besides "we go to sleep" and "we take naps". Um. So. Our primary sleep session is about five hours a day, which we take at night, after covering or dismantling the lights (be it Andelphracian or the 'Bulbs). Throughout the day, we take five or six quick naps, anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes at a time. And uh. Right.

That's abou... oh! Yeah, we take these naps pretty much wherever - it's typically respected that "when you gotta go, you gotta go" (though, due to the allure and sexuality of certain types of pajamas, sleepwear is not traditionally allowed in public). You can tell when someone is taking a quick rest by their bowed head and slow breathing, not as some believe, by their position (as the rudest of pre-pubescent fads, "bug tipping", relies). They may also twitch or shift every so often, which has caused more than one embarrassment upon awakening. That is, of course, if you actually wake up, which wasn't the case for Frandos Wakami or the Horkster.